puk furniture store is a furniture brand that has been chained for more than 300 years.

This branch of Nightmare Bird Forest has been open for more than a year. The store manager has a good attitude and service, and the products are of high quality, which is widely welcomed by local insect residents.

A male came to the store today, he looks good and easy to knead, the baby fat on his face has not faded, maybe he is not yet an adult, the store manager is full of love, he secretly wants to leave a contact information, but a swipe Female information, married.

The store manager was heartbroken, and only then noticed the military female accompanying the male.

Such an aura, such a military rank, is too good to be offended.

But the store manager never expected that after buying the bed, the two worms entered the model room hugging each other, and never came out after that.

The employees are still young and have not experienced any tests. Seeing this, they were at a loss and panicked. They looked at the store manager eagerly with eyes full of curiosity.

The store manager took it easy, put a [Do Not Disturb] sign on the model room, and said back: "The bed they ordered just now doesn't need to be packed and delivered."

Employee: "But the store manager, the customer didn't say he wanted to return the product."

The store manager straightened his collar and gave him a faint look: "Tsk, you little brat."

In the room, Aslan patted the male worm's head, telling him to let go: "Didn't I say to check and balance? You ignored my words."

The male groaned, stopped to rest, buried his hot cheeks on Arthur's chest, and poked the elastic muscles with his fingers, as if it was fun.

Asselan held back for a while, then suddenly said: "Hey, don't you realize that you are a bit of a bitch?"

"What's a bitch?" Evan asked.

The color of his dark green pupils became lighter. After the nesting period, the high fever that made the bones and joints sore finally faded away. Evan was clear-headed, but felt very uncomfortable, not only emotional, but also physical pain.

After leaving the underground palace, it was not as good as he imagined. What to do, what kind of life is not boring and boring.

Evan didn't know it himself, all he did was try.

As the Crown Prince, he is very qualified, diligent in learning and reticent, hardworking, meditating in the underground palace, and curbing pollution sources, all of which he has done very well.

But the part of the self in the worm nature is related to the individual, marriage, and ideals. He has none of them. It is just polished as an excellent heir, but he cannot be sure of himself, doubts and denies between responsibilities.

Perhaps the years will allow him to recognize the meaning of his existence, but the transition period is too long.

Evan looked at the ceiling from a distance. The silvery-white pattern looked like cracked ice, and also like the snow wall of the underground palace.

Asselan fell asleep a little bit, leaning on the pillow, facing a male with a red nose and wet eyes, with an indifferent face and a high-spirited temperament.

But despite his ordinary appearance, Aslan had never had such a feeling for male insects, and it felt very novel.

He thought for a while and said: "This is a geek vocabulary. It's normal for you not to know it. It appeared in the book "Earth". If you haven't read it, I can't explain it clearly to you. "

Evan snorted, and withdrew his soft fingers from Aselan's body, leaving a little distance between the two worms: "Does that mean weak?"

Asselan thought for a while, and frowned: "That's not true, you are not weak."

After thinking about it, he said, "It describes a state that violates the framework. Sorry, this is not a neutral word. I shouldn't use it to describe you. It's not appropriate."

Evan's eyelashes trembled, and the wound on his back was painful and itchy, which was very unbearable. He couldn't help but gently pressed against the female's pectoral muscles, bit by bit.

Arthur Lan's body was stiff, and he couldn't hold back the hand placed by his side. He stroked the hair on Evan's head, not gentle at all, and messed up the male's soft black hair. He changed the subject: "Speaking of which, I I haven't seen your wings yet, and you haven't said where you came from."

Evan paused and opened his mouth.

"Hiss, don't look at it, don't bite me...don't bite...he's a bug! Don't force me to do it."

"I warn you! Let go, do you hear me?"

"release!"

After the two worms came out of the sample room, two hours have passed. The store manager has dealt with the resignation of the crying male worm doll, the warning of the blond army female, and the bright blindness of being messed up. Husband and wife stimulate endocrine disorders.

"The bed was returned just now, and I bought it again. I want a whole set of bedding, bedside tables, lamps, etc. in the model room."

Arthur Lan's face was stern, with one hand propped on the counter, his unsmiling military uniform could scare a baby into tears.

The little male beside him had flushed cheeks and wet eyes, leaning on the sofa outside the counter. Although his face was cold, he looked very easy to rub.

The store manager accepted the card, and after swiping the charge, his heart revived.

After paying the money, Arthur was going to take the cub to the mall to pick out some daily necessities.

The door of the furniture store was pushed open, and a group of tall female insects with an average of [-] meters per capita walked in. Unlike the local residents, these female insects wore furry vests, shorts, knee pads, and exposed honey-colored arms and thighs.

They are tall, long-legged, murderous, and dressed in very primitive survival. They wear blue, red and white bird feathers, gold ornaments, gold armlets, gold bracelets, and gold earrings in the shape of gourds.

As soon as these furry females came in, they looked around, touched this one and flipped that one, or just lay down on the big bed, jumping up tens of centimeters high.

Atherland held the receipt, trying to urge Evan to stand up, looked up, and met the tall man who walked into the store first.

The other party grinned and bared his big white teeth: "Blessed by the Moon God, we meet again, little female insect who can't grow up, Aselan."

In the annual martial arts tournament, Aslan didn't let any of the big fools from the Wild Bee Desert enter last year, and then he was hated and beat him up with a sack. Asheran reported back and imprisoned him for more than a year.

Asselan crumpled the receipt, smiled on the inside, and enthusiastically returned the official greeting: "What a coincidence, have you been released from prison, Clemento."

Kredo gritted his teeth slightly: "Despicable outsider."

Evan tugged on Arthur Lane's sleeve, he felt better, took the suitcase from Arthur Lane, and looked at the furniture store that suddenly became noisy. The room was full of people over two meters tall with big chest muscles and buttocks. Upturned savage giant female.

Store employees are holding back the big guys trying to dismantle it.

Evan sullenly said, "Atherland?"

Asselan didn't let Evan take the suitcase. He thought it was too messy here, so he patted the male worm: "Let's go out and talk."

Evan hummed, and quietly glanced at the room full of big breasts.

With an indifferent expression, Arthur pinched his face and scolded him in a low voice, "Stinky bastard."

"Asselan, who is this? A little guy like you hahaha."

Arthur Lang paused: "Want to fight?"

The taciturn, paralyzed cub was pinched, and realized that he was too oblivious. He rubbed his cheeks and comforted Arthur unnaturally: "It's okay, the two of us together are taller than him."

Arthur Lan: "..." Please don't say such indiscreet words, thank you.

Deliberately provocative Kredo: "..." Cute, wanting to rub.

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